Let me tell you something about the dark goddess. She is not a plaything, she is nothing to take lightly, she is not a flame to dance friviously with. It may seem like all fun and games, like she is a nice source of warmth and and titilating guile. But this is her illusion. She is a creature bent on consuming you and what mettle you are made of. Either give yourself as fodder and pray she leaves enogh ashes to for you to piece back together later. Or make yourself iron, hard, cold to the touch, but barely maleable in her heat. And you will survive to dance another day.

There is no pleading with her, you can not give her guilt as a gift in hopes to change her, and do not show that you rely on her in any way. NEVER expect to receive the truth from her lips, and perhaps you will only be singed. There is always something else she has a taste for and she has not been sated. She likes what she can only bend, never what she can break.

Burn slowly, dearheart.

My first day home.